Three days after the
Kiss (ing)
We sat on the couch
I knew a less well-loved friend
Could have spotted the
Lip marks on my face.
But, because you trusted me
I realized you wouldn't see
The imprints he had left.
I was scarlet,
A traitor and later
Discovered everyone knew this
But you.
I thought my silence kindness.
My mouth sinned once -
Then again -
The second to
Expunge the first.
But my original sin
Did us all in
And we've boiled ourselves down to nothing.
I lied, you believed.
The weaker heart is mine.
- This poem tries to be a lament, an apology.